Matsu Xiangu
The Haruspex
[SIZE=14pt]Continuation of The Next World[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Onboard Jericho’s Ship[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Leaving Dromund Kaas[/SIZE]
Even hobbled and struggling to breath, Matsu did not take kindly to being lifted from the ground like some helpless baby bird and carried to safety. In a fit of rage she released a mental blast of screeching sound, one that even if he managed to somehow shut it out would have to at least distract him for hopefully long enough for her to slip from his admittedly non-confining hold. On the ground, agony shooting under ruined calves, arms dead at her sides until she could have someone look at her spine and the neural networking of her cybernetics, she drove after him through that which she would bring to every individual in the galaxy. The journey between their position and his ship was arduous, or at least that was how she remembered it through the haze as she threw herself down in the first seat she could find in the craft. Her head pounded to the rhythm of its engines starting, blood from the wound in her face dripping on to the floor as she leaned over. The majority was, by nature of the weapon that had caused it, cauterized. But the edges still wept, thick red rivulets that hung off her face in stringy lengths.
“Why?” she asked him, reveling in what felt like dying. “Why help me?”
She’d seen his face. It had been the last thing her Favored One had seen. Only an hour prior to now he’d been against her as surely as rain fell down and not up. And now he was leaving Dromund Kaas behind with her. If he planned on taking her somewhere isolated and attempting to kill her, he had made a grave mistake. But she hadn’t sense such treachery...and her illusion had liked him.
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